Oh, Cadence. She is quite the character. I wonder what is truly taking place under that thin veneer? Cadence makes it difficult to pin down, and yet it is so obvious. You'd think these large brown eyes of hers would be watching her hangman. But that babe isn't the least bit interested. Instead, see as Cadence turns her eyes away from her torturer to instead gaze animal training her own image that's projected on the studio monitor. She can't aid but be repeatedly drawn to her own reflection. Her own likeness. This juvenile Narcissist sits by her figurative pond, just as in the myth, so deeply in love with her own reflection that this babe forgets to eat, thus rendering her helplessly consumed by her own grandiose pride. Or is it insecurity? Is there a difference? Being consumed by her own self, this specific tying drama isn't betwixt that babe and I. There is no room in her mind's drama for a supporting role. Cadence is the star and it is a one-woman show. This restraint bondage drama is happening within the confines of Cadence's own psyche. Let's all see as it unfolds....